JC POV
I tried everything—mouth-to-mouth breathing, chest compressions—over and over until I lost count. Tears poured down my face like a relentless waterfall, blurring my vision as I fought to save her. Nothing worked. She was gone.
I sat there on the cold ground, helpless, clutching Haylie's lifeless body against mine.
My heart shattered as I held her close, the weight of her stillness pressing against my chest. Why did she have to go?
My trembling hand reached to close her beautiful green eyes, but even that small gesture felt impossible.
"I still need you," I whispered, my voice breaking through the sobs. The promise I had made to protect her echoed in my mind, mocking me now. My sister—the one who swore she wouldn't let it go this far—had broken her word. She had killed her.
